TOUCH STARVEDᵎᵎ CB⁹⁸
╰ Synopsis You’ve been friends with Connor for years, so he wasn’t very oblivious to the fact that you had no experience, but when you confirmed it, he was shocked. And he had no shame asking if you were experienced, and he also had no shame guiding you through your first time.
tags/contains Connor Bedard x fem!reader. Smut, NSFW content, 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, porn with plot, teasing, unprotected sex, cum eating, finger sucking, virgin reader, use of pet names, best friends to lovers (??), bsf!reader, yearner!reader, 3.1k words, requested.
➺ from Sera, to you📨. I’m so desperate for him omg I’m so happy I wrote a fic for him finally 👅 have safe and happy fourth of july 🫰
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Connor wasn’t very oblivious to the way you seemed to orbit around everyone except men. It shouldn’t be something that he should notice, but he, of course, did.
He came to the realisation over the last few years, the last time he could remember you mentioning someone romantically had been, what? Before he’d been drafted? He had never heard you talking about guys romantically since then, and you didn’t talk about talking to a guy either.
And it actually never really bothered him either. And he’d never asked why. It didn’t feel like his business, and probably because being honest with himself, he liked it that way.
The thought crept in before he could shove it aside.
He liked being the person you called when you were feeling down. He liked that your weekends somehow found their way back to each other. He liked that his apartment felt a little more lived in, your shoes abandoned by the door.
Connor wasn’t ashamed of his experience with other girls. Neither was he proud of it. He never brought up if he ever had sex with another girl. He didn’t know if it would hurt your feelings, or even if you cared. But he didn’t risk it all just to bring it up in front of you.
Connor noticed little things long before he ever put a name to them. Years ago, back when hugs were just hugs between friends, but now every time he pulled you in, you leaned into it a little longer than anyone else ever did.
Your arms would wrap around his waist, your cheek pressing against his chest and you were never the one to pull away first. Connor didn’t really mind and if anything, he started looking forward to those moments more than he let himself admit.
He noticed the way you never initiated contact, either. You would wait for him to throw an arm around your shoulders, or touch your hair when he teased you.
You, on the other hand, had spent far too many nights wondering what was wrong with you. Every guy who showed even mild interest, you got this.. ick, if you could call it that. Even the slightest interest from them seemed to make you shut down. Especially if a guy showed interest in you around Connor, you’d find excuses to drift back to his side.
But Connor’s touch was different from others. Your body seemed to yearn for it in a way that embarrassed you if you thought about it too long. If his hand casually rested on your knee for a moment while reaching for the remote, warmth bloomed under your skin.
You wanted to lean into it and wanted more. But you never started it because what if he found it weird? You two had never kissed; he was your best friend, so the idea of craving only his hands, his closeness, felt a little weird.
So when you said you were touch starved, you didn’t mean you craved touch from just any man. It was Connor you craved for.
You’d never gotten anywhere close to having sex with a guy. The closest thing to intimacy you’d ever felt was the lonely nights when you touched yourself in the dark, imagining the way his body might feel pressed against yours. It left you aching afterward, satisfied but never full, because it wasn’t him.
Earlier that week, you’d been on the phone with your friends, the conversation drifting exactly where it always did when they asked about your love life. “Can we just be team Y/n’s geelings for once?” your best friend groaned, tired of hearing the same name for the thousandth time. “It’s exhausting.”
You laid in your bed, phone pressed to your ear. “Well.. team Y/n’s feelings are for Connor.” You murmured. “And I don’t want to just go and have sex with anyone. I want it to be with someone special.”
The sigh on the other end was heavy. “Someone special who has sex with other girls? Is that someone special?”
She had a point. You weren’t oblivious, you knew Connor met up with girls sometimes. He never rubbed it in your face, he never brought them up, but you weren’t stupid either. You connected the dots quickly and you wish you didn’t, but how could you blame him anyway? He didn’t know how you felt.
You just shrugged at your friend’s question, even though she couldn’t see it. “I don’t know.” You admitted softly. “It’s not like he’s mine anyway..”
Your friends had gently pushed back before, reminding you that you were twenty, that it was okay to want experience, that skipping “fun” because of an unrequited crush on your best friend wasn’t the healthiest thing. And they weren’t exactly wrong.
Back in the present, it was another casual friday night. Connor had invited you over like always, and now the two of you were stretched out on his bed, shoulders pressed comfortably together as you both scrolled through your phones in companionable silence.
You pressed your phone face down on the mattress. “I’m bored..” you said casually. “Do you want to do something?”
Connor hummed, shrugging. “I don’t know.. do you want to watch a movie or something?”
You groaned, leaning your head back against the headboard. “We’ve quite literally watched everything.”
He turned to look at you, his gaze drifting up and down your relaxed form. After a beat, he spoke up again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” You said, not thinking much of it.
“Are you seeing anyone right now? Even casually?”
You shook your head, suddenly very aware of how close your bodies were. Connor continued, “I’m not trying to be nosy, but I’ve just always wondered. You’re beautiful, you’re funny, you’re literally the best person I know. So I guess I don’t get why no one’s caught your attention. Or.. if they have, you haven’t let them get very far?”
You swallowed. “No, not really.”
Connor wanted to leave you alone but then pushed a little further. “Have you ever done anything? With anyone?”
You met his eyes, cheeks warming. “Is that what you want to do right now? Ask about my sex life?”
He immediately backpedaled. “Well, if you’re uncomfortable we can stop. I didn’t mean to make it weird-”
“I guess.. no” you admitted. “I haven’t had sex.”
Connor’s hand flew up to cover his mouth. He wasn’t laughing, he looked genuinely shocked, eyes wide. After a second he recovered, dropping his hand. “You’ve never touched yourself then?”
Your cheeks burned bright red. “I never said that.”
“So you have,” he said, almost reverent.
“Connor, you’re so-”
Before you could spiral, he added quickly, “Hey, I never said there’s anything wrong with that. If it makes you feel better, I’ve touched myself too.”
You stayed quiet, just looking at him. “Does it feel good?” he asked. He clearly meant when you touched yourself.
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “It’s fine.”
Connor shifted beside you, and you didn’t miss the way his breathing changed. “Maybe it’s just ‘fine’ because you haven’t had a real man do it to you.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Yeah.. maybe.”
He was getting harder and you could tell by the way he adjusted his position. Connor wasn’t sure if he was thinking with his dick or his brain anymore, but the words slipped out anyway. “Do you want to feel good? Like, how it should feel?”
You stayed silent, pulse roaring in your ears. You obviously wanted it, but you didn’t know if he was serious. Connor noticed the way you thought twice about it, he turned toward you more fully. “Come on, I’ve seen the way you lean into my touch. You never let anyone else get this near you, do you?”
You let out a shaky sigh. He was for real, the realization made heat flood through your body. “Okay.” you agreed and nodded.
Connor’s eyes darkened. “Okay, what?” He reached out, fingers lightly brushing your arm. “Say it. Say it if you want me to do it.”
You looked up at him, nerves and want twisting together. “I want you to touch me.”
Connor’s hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin as he leaned in and kissed you.
His free hand slid down to your thigh, gripping firmly as he guided you onto his lap. You straddled him easily, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips while he sat back against the headboard. Your hands found his biceps, holding on as he settled you right on top of his hard, covered shaft. The thick pressure against your core pulled a soft, involuntary moan from your throat.
He eased back just long enough for both of you to breathe, before he smashed his lips back onto yours. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled you tighter against him.
When your mouth opened on a gasp, he took the invitation, his tongue sliding in to meet yours. You welcomed him eagerly, tongues dancing and exploring. You sucked gently on his bottom lip before you both switched, the kiss turning messy and perfect.
You started grinding against him instinctively, rolling your hips to feel more of that delicious hardness. Connor groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you. One of his hands stayed on your ass while the other traveled to the front of your shorts.
His fingers toyed with the waistband, slipping just beneath the fabric but not quite going where you desperately needed him. He pulled back slightly, breath ragged. “Is this okay?” he asked.
You nodded quickly, already leaning in to bring your lips together again. His fingers finally dipped lower, finding your clit through the thin layer of your panties. The touch was electric but frustratingly light, not nearly enough. A needy sound escaped you.
Without warning, Connor flipped you both over. You landed on your back with him hovering above you, his body settled between your spread thighs. The new position made everything feel better, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his hardness now perfectly aligned with your core. He kissed you again, as one hand slipped back under your shorts, fingers circling your clit with a little more purpose.
“You’re so responsive.” He murmured against your lips. “Tell me what feels good, okay?”
He leaned up on his knees between your spread legs, eyes dark with hunger as he reached for the waistband of your shorts. In one smooth motion, he pulled them down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare. Shyness hit you instantly and you pressed your thighs together.
Connor was quick to gently spread them open again, his hands warm on your skin. “Don’t be shy, baby.” He murmured, reassuringly. He kissed a slow path from your knee down the soft skin of your inner thigh until his breath ghosted over your core.
He ran two fingers through your wet folds, collecting your arousal. Then he reached for your wrist, bringing your own hand down to touch yourself. “Feel how wet you are for me already?” he said, guiding your fingers along your slick heat. “That’s perfect.”
He lifted your hand to his mouth and sucked your two fingers between his lips, tongue swirling to taste you. The sight alone made your stomach flip. When he released your hand with a soft pop, he lifted your hips and brought his mouth to your core.
The first slow lick of his tongue through your folds drew a sharp gasp from you. It felt incredibly good, even though he was barely doing anything yet. He licked again, savoring you. You lifted your hips instinctively, chasing the sensation.
Connor pulled back just enough to grab a pillow from beside you and slid it under your hips, elevating you perfectly. He kissed your clit softly before looking up at you with a teasing smirk. “Has anyone ever eaten you out before?”
“Connor, you’re so stupid..” you groaned, annoyed and embarrassed at the obvious question.
He pulled back immediately, lips glistening. “I guess I’ll just stop then-”
Your hands flew to his hair, pushing him back down desperately. “Okay, sorry, please.”
He smirked against your skin. “Tell me if something hurts or feels too much.”
You nodded quickly. Connor dove back in with renewed focus. His tongue fucked into you in shallow thrusts while one finger slowly pushed inside your tight heat. He moved it carefully, letting you adjust to the stretch before adding a second finger.
He pumped them steadily, curling them against your walls. “There you go.” He praised, his voice muffled. “You’re so tight, baby. So warm and perfect around my fingers.”
Your moans grew louder as pleasure built. He leaned back slightly to suck on your clit, tongue circling the sensitive bud while his fingers kept their rhythm. With his free hand, he lifted your legs, resting them over his broad shoulders. He devoured you, his fingers pumping faster, tongue working your clit with relentless strokes.
The funny, coiling feeling tightened in your stomach. “Connor-” you moaned, hips jerking.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he asked, barely pulling away.
“Yeah- yes-” Your answer broke off into a broken moan as his fingers hit that perfect spot inside you again and again.
The orgasm crashed over you hard. Your thighs trembled around his head as you came with his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Connor didn’t stop, licking you through every wave until you were twitching and oversensitive. He then pulled back, lips shiny with your release.
“You’re such a good girl.” he praised. He sat back up on his knees, quickly leaning forward to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it made your head spin.
When he finally pulled away, he was breathing hard, his cock visibly throbbing and leaking. He looked down at you with flushed cheeks and dark eyes. “You want more?”
Your cheeks burned, and you nodded without thinking twice.
Connor sat up, quickly removing the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and heavy, and flushed dark at the tip. He stroked himself a few times while watching you, eyes roaming over your naked body with clear hunger. “Just tell me if it hurts at all, we’ll stop, okay?” he said seriously.
You nodded. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then lined himself up. The thick head of his cock nudged your entrance. “Relax and breathe, baby.”
You did as he asked, exhaling slowly. Connor pushed forward carefully, groaning deeply at the tight heat enveloping him. “Fuck.. you feel incredible. So lucky to be your first” he breathed, voice strained with how hard he was holding back.
There was a sharp stretch and a brief sting as he filled you. Connor stilled completely once he was buried to the hilt, buried deep inside you. He dropped gentle kisses to your lips, and your cheeks. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking all of me like that. Such a good girl.”
He stayed motionless, letting you adjust to his size. After a minute, he rocked forward in the shallowest thrust. “How does that feel?”
“Full.” you admitted. “But good.”
Connor smiled against your mouth. “That’s my girl. Just feel me.” He started moving, setting a slow pace. At first there was still a faint ache, but with every gentle thrust it melted into building pleasure. You let one hand drift from your side down to your lower stomach.
You could actually feel the slight bulge of his cock moving inside you with every roll of his hips. The sight only turned you on even more.
He lowered himself fully on top of you, so you two were chest to chest, and captured your lips again. His tongue licked along your bottom lip before slipping inside, kissing you deeply as he thrust. He angled his hips just right and hit that spongy, sensitive spot inside you.
Pleasure sparked sharply up your spine. “Right there?” he murmured against your mouth, hitting it again and again. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
You could only moan in response, nails digging lightly into his back. The coil in your stomach tightened once more. Connor kept his pace steady and deep, grinding against your clit with every thrust.
“I’m- I’m close..” you gasped.
“Good. Cum for me, baby. Want to feel you cum around me.”
Your orgasm hit hard, walls clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. You cried out his name, arousal dripping down his length and onto the sheets. Connor groaned at the feeling, thrusting through your release to help you ride it out.
When your trembling started to ease, he let himself chase his own pleasure. His thrusts grew a little faster, and a little deeper, but he was still being careful. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon-”
He pulled out at the last second with a groan, stroking himself quickly. Warm ropes of cum landed across your stomach and lower chest as he finished. Connor’s head fell forward, breathing hard, before he looked down at you with satisfied eyes.
All Connor wanted to do was stay right there beside you, wrapped up in the warmth of your body. But he knew it wasn’t right to leave you sticky and messy, especially for your first time.
He pressed one last gentle kiss to your forehead before slipping out of bed. “I’ll be right back” he murmured. In the bathroom, he ran a clean towel under warm water, wringing it out carefully. When he returned, he sat on the edge of the mattress and wiped you down, gentle between your legs, across your stomach, anywhere his release had landed.
“There.” he said when he was done. “All better.”
He disappeared for just a second to drop the towel back in the bathroom, then climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over both of you. Strong arms wrapped around your waist as he tugged you against his chest, your chest pressed his.
You fit perfectly there, like you were always meant to.
“We’ll have so much to talk about tomorrow..” he said tiredly, sleepy against your hair. His fingers traced lazy patterns along your arm.
You only nodded, too content and exhausted to form words. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let one hand drift back to rest on his bicep, grounding yourself in the solid feel of him.
Deep down, you knew either you and Connor had just fucked up your friendship beyond repair or it would turn out to be the best thing the two of you had ever done. And you really, really hoped it was the second option.
But that was a problem for tomorrow. For now, you let yourself melt into his warmth, safe and sated in his arms.
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